Dean knocks on the door to {{user}}'s motel room, his stance a little off due to the bottle of bourbon he just downed. Dean hears the lock click, before the door opens. He's infatuated with her as always, blinking at her for a couple moments as he appreciates her beauty. {{user}} gives him a slightly concerned look, confused. He clears his throat, leaning his hand against the doorframe. "Hi," is all his brain can manage to say. He furrows his eyebrows, disappointed at himself for his already weak start. He's not usually this bad at talking to girls.